Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

October 24th

Yawning, I staggered into my - very, very hated - math class, throwing my bag on the table next to my best friend Mya. The latter looked up with big, brown wide eyes and scanned over my body without any sense of judgement. Mya was really pretty, though she wore too big sweaters and ripped skinny jeans about 90% of the time. She didn't flaunt her beauty. In fact, she didn't really care what others thought of her appearance, and neither did she judge what other people wore.

"Holy crap Becca, you look like a ghost," she greeted me with a soft smile. She didn't need to tell me that though, I knew that I looked like crap. One and a half hour of sleep was definitely not enough to be all fit and happy the next day.

"Good morning to you too, Mya." I slumped down in the seat next to her, curling my legs up and into my chest and rested my forehead on my knees. A sigh left my body as it slowly relaxed, getting more rest than it had had all fucking night. Now if it were my own fault I didn't sleep, then I wouldn't complain, but my god fucking damn neighbours and their stupid music had kept me up into the early hours of the morning.

"How come you are so tired?" she asked softly, placing a hand down on my arm. I involuntarily smiled.

"The neighbours," I groaned. This wasn't the first time they'd done something like this and I'd complained to Mya about then every single time too. My neighbours had no sense of time wat so ever and at least once a week, they'd give a party with music that kept me awake until the dawn hours of the day.

Mya chuckled pitifully. "I should've known."

I had slept through most of the lessons of today already, not listening to the explanation of the teachers. I generally knew most of the syllabus already and anything important I did miss, I would catch up on later.

Whatever.

"Miss Fray, were you even paying attention to anything I've said the past half an hour?" the teacher drawled loudly, breaking me out of my reverie.

Here we go again.

"Of course I am, Mister Murray," I grumbled sarcastically, not even bothering to lift my head up and out of my arms. Who cares about Math anyway? Not me.

"Can you tell us how to calculate the value of P then?" I didn't need to see him to know that he was smirking - it was evident in his voice. Thought he had caught me cornered, I suppose.

I raised my head and looked up to the board slowly, thought for a second and replied in a isn't-it-obvious-why-bother-to-ask-tone, "You calculate the discriminant value first by doing B squared minus four times A times C. Then you do minus B plus or minus the discriminant over two A. One of the two answers is P, you just need to fill it into the formula to check which one you need, dependant on whether you want a negative or positive answer."

Mr. Murray was taken aback for a second, stuttering over his words before composing himself and saying, "Well Rebecca, if you are listening to what I'm saying anyway, maybe you could take a more active, interested attitude then. It might improve your grades somewhat."

I put my head back in my arms, pretending to think about it. "Hmm, not really. I mean, I wasn't listening to you anyway. Your lessons are way too boring for that."

It wasn't a habit of mine, to call teachers out like that, but I was in an extremely bad mood today and it kind of slipped out accidentally. I couldn't really help it that I didn't really gave a fuck about Math or any other stupid subject in this stupid school.

"Excuse me?" His voice got several octaves higher as a blush rose high on his cheeks. I kinda felt bad for him for a second, he was quite a young teacher.